I will never forget the taste of poisonous wine burning my throat.
No, it was a previous life.
My name is Aixinjueluo Yinzhen, the ninth prince of the Qing Dynasty, and the ninth brother of Lord Yongzheng. Back then, I had a quarrel with him in the court, drank wine at Bage's house, and finally was given a glass of poisoned wine and died in the back garden of his house.
When I died, I was still thinking - in the next life, I will never interfere with the throne.
As a result, God played a big joke on me.
I really didn't get involved with the throne because I became a delivery boy.
A delivery boy was riding a broken battery car in the alleys of a city village under the dog-day sun, and was pointed at and scolded by customers.
"What the hell did you give me? The soup is spilled!"
The bald man wearing a gold chain in front of me pointed at the bag of Malatang on the ground that was no longer the same as before, and his saliva almost splashed onto my face.
I looked down at the order - forty minutes had passed since the meal was served, and I was stuck in traffic for twenty minutes. I walked around the village in the city for another fifteen minutes before I found this address. The soup is spilled, that is inevitable.
"I'm sorry, sir, the road is really blocked -"
"Fuck you!" The bald man kicked over the trash can at the door, and the watermelon rinds inside rolled to the floor. "I don't care, it's a bad review! It must be a bad review!"
